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This is my default category and consists mainly of my mundane ramblings.

How do people do it?

It’s Wednesday and I am pooped. Monday and Tuesday were get into work early and leave very late days. I got home around 8:00 both nights. There are people out there who put in longer hours than that! How is it that when I get home all I want to do is eat and lay down and watch Family Guy? Why can’t I motivate myself to do a load of laundry? Why do I have to work such long hours? Maybe I am just trying to accomplish more than what is possible in a normal day? Thursday I was thinking of going to NYC. Right now, I am not so sure I can do it. I have my big quarterly event coming up. This one will be the best yet. The venue is beautiful, the speaker fascinating, yet I can’t get people to sign up. I have no clue what’s going on. I just gotta get on the horn and ask people directly. No one responds to invitations or emails anymore it seems.

Yeah, I guess I am a little stressed, why do you ask?

Bail me out

I’ve found it difficult to post over the last few days. I’ve been pretty much attached to the TV watching everything I can about the whole bailout situation. I am overjoyed it was defeated but I know it’s not over and that most likely it will pass in some way, shape, or form. If anything, the other day’s hoopla was just a way to make it seem like we have a say in the matter. I am just disgusted at the situation we are in and I am saddened that people think creating money out of thin air is a good idea.

I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us. I keep hearing horrible things such as super inflation and an end to all our luxuries. Who knows. All I know is all things pass, eventually. What really angers me about the situation is that I’ve been such a good little camper. As soon as I joined the workforce I saved. I never ran up debt. I went without until I could afford it. I built a nice nest egg. That nest egg is getting decimated. Is it no wonder why I feel sick to my stomach?

Coffee Break – DD Anonymous

I was able to break my addiction to Dunkin’ Donuts! I think I may have blogged about how, just a few weeks ago, I was constantly plagued by the desire to spend $2.50 on a medium coffee with cream. It would kick in as I was leaving the train station and passing by a bustling Dunkin’ Donuts. I was spending almost $10.00 a week, 40 bucks a month on COFFEE! I knew this was a HUGE WASTE but I couldn’t control myself! Instead of buying coffee, I tried making it at home but I was always in a rush and would run out of the house empty-handed and then I’d pass the Dunkin’ Donuts and before I knew it, I was saying, “Medium coffee with cream– no, not large, ME-DE-UM CAH-FEE! No not iced– No Sugar– Just CREAM- no donut!”

A couple weeks ago as I was washing out my sensual, Braun coffee carafe, I noticed the inside Teflon coating was peeling off. I tried to get it off but my gargantuan hand didn’t comfortably fit into the carafe in a way that made it possible to peel off every last bit of Teflon. Plus, why is it coated in Teflon? Maybe it’s not a good idea to put scalding hot liquid into the carafe without the Teflon coating. I searched around online to see if I could by a replacement carafe but I came up empty-handed.

Rather than buying a new coffee maker, I decided to buy a French press. I really don’t know why, I guess I liked the cheap price. I immediately discovered that not only does the French press make it really easy to brew coffee, but THE FRENCH PRESS MAKES THE BEST COFFEE! I boil water. I place a tablespoon or two of coarse ground coffee into the French Press and pour the boiling water in. I let it sit for 4 minutes and then press the little lever down to trap all the grounds at the bottom. DONE. And it’s perfect. I always have 5 minutes to make it in the mornings and I have completely stopped desiring the Dunkin Donuts slop.

Now I need to start figuring how to break my caffeine addiction.

There’s a hole in my bucket

If I was a practical person, I might just pack up and go home. But I am not and here I stay, trying to concentrate and work through this damned headache. I don’t think it’s stress-related. I’m getting a lot of pressure put on me at work but oddly enough I am not minding it one bit. I am refusing to get caught up in it. Right now I would very much like to lay down and fall asleep. That ain’t gonna happen. I can’t even wish for 5:00 because I have an event this evening I must attend and then afterward I am meeting up with Lisa. I took a Tylenol earlier but it hasn’t done a thing. All things pass. All things pass. Ice Cream and Charles Bronson.

Pappy!

Yesterday evening I found myself closer to Market East than my usual train station. I checked the train schedules and saw I had a good half hour to kill so I decided to walk around the attached mall and maybe get something to eat at the food court. As I was entering the mall area, there was a table set up with a sign: FREE STRESS TESTS! Yep, Scientologists. I could tell from all the L. Ron Hubbard books. Two Scientologists came right up to me and implored, “Please come and take a FREE stress test!
“No thank you.”
They ignored me, grabbed me by either arm and tried to forcibly lead me to their E meter!
“No, I do NOT want a stress test” I shook myself free and walked away… QUICKLY! Please Tom Cruise, make a new movie quick! Your church needs you! And your bank account.

I went to the food court and ordered a sandwich and a diet lemonade. The woman serving me went over to a small white plastic Sterilite drawer set– the kind that is sold at Target or Walmart for organizing— she pulled open the drawer and with a ladle — STARTED SCOOPING OUT THE LEMONADE!!! I cannot figure why they kept their lemonade in a drawer. Insane.

I sat down at a booth to eat my dinner. Looking out over the nearly empty room filled with dirty tables, I noticed a public health service poster: PAP SMEAR: Once a Year Over 21! Who’s bright idea was it to put gynecological posters in the food court? I was scared to look around for fear that I might find a poster for Prostate Self-exams: >>insert dirty punchline<<. Enough about yesterday! I spent the evening on a battleship! It's true. I toured a battleship and had to walk up and down steep stairs that honestly looked more like ladders, in high heels and a wrap dress. Had I known I would find myself on an obstacle course, I would NOT have opted for my Wonder Woman printed underwear. No, I didn't just decide to tour a battleship after work. It was an event I figured would be good for networking purposes and it happened to be held on this ship. It was fun. I enjoyed myself. Right now all I want to do is sleep. And think about food. That's what happens when all you eat for dinner is a Lean Pocket. My cabinets are empty. I gotta go to the grocery store tomorrow.

those were the days….

Slumming around Youtube, searching for Waylon Flowers… I don’t know why, I found this:

I love the Riunite on ice commercial with the mime couple. Was that Shields and Yarnell or Mummenschanz? I don’t know. And the Rock Hudson and Madame clip!!??! Classic! I also love seeing John Ritter fighting a bear, Donna Prescow, Incredible Hulk, Sonny Bono, and superstar TOM JONES!

Rosie the Rosemonster… in the Kitchen!

My fellow alumnaes did NOT let me down! On my Rosie in the Kitchen blog entry from the other day, I lamented over the absence of my beloved mascot, The Rosemonster! Why name it Rosie in the Kitchen! Why not ROSEMONSTER in the Kitchen!!! Shame on me. Rather than complaining, my fellow alumnae took out their pens and pencils and PUT THE ROSEMONSTER ONTO THE COVER OF THE COOKBOOK! Check it out! There are tons of Rosemonsters!!!

I think my favorite is entry #27. I do love entry number 31. I also like entry #22. Entry 12 isn’t bad either!

I feel vindicated!